"My lord."
A familiar voice called from the passageway, and a smile curved onto the dwarf's thin lips. Evangeline entered the small bathing room, coming up behind her husband and placing her hands on his shoulders. He was sitting in a waist deep tub of water, and as she dipped her fingers in it she guessed he could not have been there long as it was still very warm. She trailed her dripping fingers across his shoulder, letting them slip slowly over the arch of his arm until her hand relaxed around his bicep.
"My lady…"
Thorin greeted her, his voice gravelly with his desire. She leaned over him from behind, her lips seeking the smooth plain of his cheek. The hobbit swept his thick, dark hair to the side so her mouth could wander along the tense curve of his neck. She enjoyed the tingling sensation of his rough facial hair against her lips as they explored his soft, taught skin. She curled herself over him, her hands massaging his shoulders as her mouth continued its slow, deliberate adorations. Her lips reached his collarbone and her tongue flickered wickedly along his sensitive skin, delighting in the immediate gratification of his breath hitching in his chest. She could feel him underneath her and she savored the sensation, reveling in her strange power over the king. For he was a king – here, in the Blue Mountains. He was her king.
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Author's Note: This is a rather… completely shameless and inappropriate chapter. Soo… For those of you who are naughty and like that sort of thing, please slip on over to my profile and open up my other story (Home X) and you can find the chapter in its M rated entirety.
For the rest of you, feel free to just jump to the next chapter!